Genshin Impact: The wind blowing back to the starting point

The dance ends with prayer.

By the time the prayers began, they were back home.

Everything has returned to normal. What we just experienced was like a short dream. Now that we have woken up from the dream, everyone has returned to reality.

Wendy and Zhongli were still standing outside the house, watching the mortal world like two condescending gods.

After the prayer sounded, Wendy also fell asleep, and then woke up in the illusion, and was awakened by Zhongli again.

Repeating the same thing every day made Wendy, who had always been very adaptable to the environment, a little bored.

As usual, when I woke up, all the lights were out and the whole village fell into silence.

Wendy stood up, twisted her waist, and after getting ready for the activity, she said, "Let's go, old man, and steal the book."

After thinking again and again, Wendy still didn't call Shang Ziling.

After all, he didn't want to cause Ziling to have to scan Jueyunjian again after she returned to Liyue, so he just called Zhongli to come.

Zhongli also did not refuse.

So, the familiar scene happened again: the God of Wind picked the lock, and the God of Rock watched the wind.

Wendy, who was familiar with this configuration, picked the lock much faster this time than last time.

Soon, the door was opened and the two of them walked in immediately.

The second time they came in, it really felt like going home, and with a goal in mind, they went directly to the back room without any further delay.

Wendy held up the elemental power lamp and looked at the books on the bookshelf carefully. Before, she only paid attention to the time, but now she realized that there were all kinds of words.

But they couldn't find a dictionary, or even a book with words they couldn't understand.

"It's really strange. If it's a special language system, how could it be impossible to find written records?" Wendy raised her head and read the books on the bookshelf over and over again.

Zhongli also stood beside him and watched with him.

"No..." Wendy suddenly stopped and looked at Zhongli, "If it's just lyrics, they may not be recorded in a book. It's probably something like animal skins, or a stone tablet."

"Based on universal rationality, this is indeed possible, but if so, there is no need to collect all books."

That's right, if that's the case, you just need to hide the thing with the lyrics. There's no need to confiscate all the books.

I'm afraid there are other reasons why I put all the books away.

"So tonight is nothing?" Wendy asked unwillingly.

At this time, he noticed the book at the bottom of the bookshelf that looked newer than any other and was written four years ago: "Different Flowers Bloom from the Heart".

Wendy took down the book and looked at it without thinking.

After opening it, what comes into view is a sentence written in the common language of Teyvat: Give it to my son who has the whole world of his own.

Just when they were about to continue scrolling down, suddenly there was the sound of opening the door in the house. Wendy and Zhongli immediately froze and looked at each other.

They followed the sound and saw the high priest walking out of the ground holding a lamp and looking at the two uninvited guests indifferently.

Regarding their uninvited arrival, the high priest's face was not angry, but more indifferent and speechless.

He stared at them as he stared at the two prisoners, waiting for them to speak.

Unexpectedly, Wendy turned her head to look at Zhongli and said through gritted teeth: "Mr. Zhongli, that's a person who grew up from the ground."

The underlying meaning is: Morax! Relying on underground rock sensing is your rock god's mission! Why didn't you notice? !

Zhongli continued to maintain his humble look, but said to Wendy in unmodest words: "Your Excellency Wendy, even in the underground space, it is impossible for there to be no noise at all."

The subtext is: Barbatos, why didn't you hear it in the wind?

The two of them stared at each other unconvinced and remained in a stalemate. In the end, they both sighed at the same time.

The two of them really had a tacit understanding, so much so that they invariably trusted each other too much, thinking that the other would keep an eye on their surroundings. As a result, no one noticed the arrival of the high priest.

Looking at their strange expressions on each other, the high priest put the lamp on the table, still smiling, but with a cold expression in his eyes and said: "It's really unexpected that you two are so energetic."

"We were just bored and looking for some books to read. We didn't damage anything or steal anything. Can the high priest just pretend that he didn't see it? Just smile and forget it." Wendy said to him with an awkward smile.

Although Zhongli also hoped that the high priest would just leave and act as if he didn't see them.

However, he couldn't say it "shamelessly" directly like Wendy. He just pursed his lips and looked at the high priest, waiting for him to express his position.

"Then what book did you two find?" The high priest looked at Wendy's hand.

Unexpectedly, he was far away, and it was impossible to see the title of the book clearly from that distance, but he sneered, with contempt in his always cold eyes: "What was I supposed to be looking at? It turned out to be this kind of meaningless thing." It is a beautiful book. If you want to kill time, I do not recommend you to read this book. This book is as vulgar as its author Su Geman. Of course, if you are also a vulgar person, just pretend that I didn’t say it. .”

Wendy glanced at the large hand-painted red flowers on the cover, with large green leaves behind each flower.

It's okay not to say it. After what he said, the cover is indeed quite down-to-earth.

It seems that the author of this book is indeed a down-to-earth person.

But it wasn't vulgar, which also made Wendy wonder what outrageous things were written in it that could make the high priest say such things.

At this time, Wendy suddenly noticed that the high priest was probably very familiar with this book, and even the author.

So, Wendy raised the book and looked at the high priest and asked, "Do you know this man named Su Geman?"

"Maybe you know him, maybe you don't know him."

A very typical high priest's answer. Wendy would have been surprised and driven crazy by this before, but now, he is used to it.

"I'm afraid they are familiar with each other, but not familiar with them, or even prefer not to know each other." Wendy concluded casually.

The high priest did not deny it, but walked over holding the lamp and looked up at the books.

Wendy was a little surprised to see that the high priest was not angry at their impolite arrival. On the contrary, he was very calm.

At first they thought that the high priest was imposing mental restraints on the villagers, so he would have been furious when they suddenly broke in, but now his reaction was unusually calm.

Could it be because they are not from the village?

"Let me ask you a question, why did you collect all the books in the village?" Wendy asked bluntly.

"I am the priest of the village, so naturally I do it for the village." The high priest turned his head and looked at Wendy and said with a slight smile.